"You want the corpse to speak," the Half-Fishman priest remarked with some disapproval in his voice.
His mindset probably leaned towards the order of following nature.
Believing that no matter what, the boundary between life and death should not be blurred.
"I hate it, but since the Lady seeks you, she will probably help. For details, you should talk to the Lady's messenger. She is swimming over there."
The brass respirator of the Half-Fishman priest shook, and his staff pointed Lann in a general direction, then he said no more.
He didn't approve of Lann's intention but didn't want to go against the Lady of the Lake's will either.
Lann understood this mindset and nodded at him, following the direction along the riverside given to him.
Less than fifty meters from the altar, in a bay of the lake, he found the so-called "Lady's messenger."
Before seeing her, Lann assumed this would be another Half-Fishman.
But once actually face-to-face, he realized he was completely wrong.
